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Thursday, June 22, 2006

"i'll get a dollar from my mamas purseand buy that skull and crossbones ringand you can wear it around your neckon an old piece of string"-tw

Clayton doesn't bring me canadian tire money anymore. ...don't you remember, scroll down and find it, my steal of a deal. Have you forgotten what it feels like to lick a envelope, to send someone something real.

"Now the street's turning blue, the dogs are barking and the night has comeAnd there's tears that are falling from your blue eyes now"-tw

...sitting in a victoria cementary the other day smoking my pipe l realized if you were homeless how the cementary would be a good place to sleep at night, there is a cold water tap, and the odd cement shelter, very quiet. It also dawned on me how difficult it must be to find a washroom, no one wants to let you use the washroom in the city. Goddamn l even find it difficult so if you can imagine being perhaps a little scruffy or perhaps not looking like the ideal upstanding type of person, damn.

It's the cool of the evening the sun's goin' down,i want to hold you in my arms i want to push you around,i want to break your bottle and spill out all your charms,come on baby we'll set off all the burglar alarms,goin' downtown down downtown."-tw

I also had another thought in the cementary. Every year or so l use to think "boy was l stupid" but...l would then realized what l had learned in the year, l would feel that l was wiser. The last couple of years l didn't get that feeling, yes the stupid one maybe but not the wiser one, until this year...

You see these flower pictures, taken with my cheapdigitalcamera and they are blurry because it is stuck on macro and l can't figure out how to turn that off. The flower pics, like what a 12 year old would put on the front of their diary and it would be so easy to turn this blog into something like what a 12 year old would write in their diary.

Down the shore everything's alright,you're with your baby on a saturday night,don't you know that all my dreams come true,when i'm walkin' down the street with you,sing sha la la la la la sha la la la.-twMy friends ronanddonna, their life, their love, it makes me thrive for that great love.